I haven't had a fever like this since university, when I spent a week wrestling Pierre Trudeau for the Canadian flag. My fever dreams/hallucinations (some of it definitely happened when I was awake) were a little more odd this time. I was rolling and bending three distinct realities together, twisting sharp corners and soft curls. One reality was Agni, the Voice of Fire, with which I spoke. Another was Earth, and the third was wind and water. In shaping these realities, I was constructing a perfect world through unassailably flawless economic models.
You hear that right - I hallucinated Lovecraftian economics. Thankfully, I cannot recall the details now, or it would surely drive me mad. Also, I have stopped hearing the answers to my telepathic questions before I ask them.
My brain, it is weird.